Qing Ge stared at the child in the cage with distress.
This child cannot escape from this prison, nor can he escape from his heart.
That crack will never go away.
"Bing Ning, she didn't abandon you or leave you, she just accompanied you and was with you in another way." Qingge's hand passed through the gap between the iron pillars of the cage and gently rubbed the child's head.
.
Xue Biao rubbed her warm palm, looked up at her, his eyes shining like obsidian, and asked sincerely: "Really?"
"She once risked her life to protect you and loved you, so how could she abandon you?" Qing Ge smiled and said, "It's just that her existence is destined to bring you suffering. That's why she left you."
Xue Biao seemed to understand but not quite.
Qingge coaxed and coaxed some more, and Xue Biao fell into a deep sleep.
While resting, Xue Biao's little hand tightly held one of Qingge's sleeves, so that Qingge's hand was placed in the cage while she squatted behind.
Simply, Qingge sat down cross-legged, keeping the hand in the cage motionless, letting Xue Biao hold it nervously, like a traveler floating on the sea, grasping a life-saving straw.
Qingge looked at Xue Biao's profile and couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person was the late Tang family's daughter, and what kind of bond was there between her and Xue Biao?
A long time passed, and when Luo Cheng came, he saw Ye Wuhen sitting cross-legged and raising an arm for Xue Biao to clasp the sleeve tightly. Luo Cheng was very excited and was about to talk to the young man about Niu Dan and the God of Medicine.
, only to see the young man raise his fair-skinned evil face, stretch out his other hand, pick up a finger, put it to his lips, let out a gentle "shh", and then pointed at the sleeping cage.
Xue Biao.
Luo Cheng was stunned for a long time. After realizing what the young man was doing, Luo Cheng's heart softened a little.
The people in the martial arts dungeon are all martial arts disciples with bad records. Even though they are famous and possess extraordinary talents, they are scorned, ridiculed, and feared by others.
This boy had no unnecessary emotional changes and treated the punished martial arts disciples like ordinary friends.
Luo Cheng firmly believed that the quality of a person who could risk his own life for the sake of a prisoner whom he met once was not bad.
That kind of righteousness and heroic spirit has the demeanor of his goddess.
He likes people who value affection and justice.
At Ye Wuhen's signal, Luo Cheng tiptoed in, his movements very light.
On the first floor of the martial arts dungeon, the punished disciples in other cages discovered Qingge's behavior early on.
For more than an hour, she stretched out her hand inside the cage and kept still, just so that Xue Biao could sleep peacefully.
Such a move cannot be done by ordinary people.
On one side, in the corner of the cage, Pei Yue raised his eyes, looked at her deeply, and remembered the boy's name.
Ye Wuhen, the new spiritual master of the Martial Arts Association, is a young man who has plenty of wine and sugar.
…
Half an hour later, Xue Biao woke up.
He was sleepy, dazed, and yawned cutely.
Suddenly, he saw a sleeve he had grabbed, looked at Qingge's hand again, and asked in surprise: "Sister, have you never withdrawn your hand?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you won't sleep well." Qing Ge smiled and said, "It's rare to get a good night's sleep, right?"
In an instant, Xue Biao's eyes filled with tears, she bit her lower lip tightly and looked at Qingge complicatedly.
Yes, ever since his sister left, he has been plagued by nightmares and often wakes up.
As early as when he was young, his sister had promised to accompany him until he was ninety years old, but she died of illness before he reached the age of ninety.
My sister doesn't want him after all.
Those promises are all lies to children.
Before my sister died, she was worried about him the most.
It was one winter, the mountains were covered with snow outside the window, and the heater in the house could not warm people's hearts. He knelt in front of the couch, his limbs were cold, his whole body was trembling, and he cried so hard that he couldn't say anything.
He held his sister's slightly cold hand, and his whole body was twitching.
"Yi Ning, you have to take care of yourself in the future."
"You have to be happy, I hope you can be happy."
"You hate your sister."
"Live well."
"..."
He cried hysterically, but his sister left anyway.
It was as gentle as a knife cutting into his heart.
He was thrown out by the Tang Sect Leader's people, and they did not allow him to touch his sister.
He knelt on the snow-covered Qiankun Hall, curled up, pinched his own flesh, and cried until he was hoarse.
"Sister, no..."
"don't want."
"From now on, no one will love Nian Ning anymore, and no one will take Nian Ning for a drink."
They did not allow Xue Biao to attend the funeral. Xue Biao was judged to be an unlucky person who would tarnish the pure sect leader.
What's more, it is said that Xue Biao killed the daughter of the sect owner.
After the funeral, he came to the beach and wanted to die together.
But before that, someone told him that the sect leader's daughter did not die of natural illness, but was killed by someone.
He no longer goes to the depths of the sea, but to find out the truth.
He found the culprit, but he was a master, and his evidence was not enough to kill him, and it sounded more like a frame-up.
Late at night, the other party told him all his motives and methods of committing the crime. When he appeared in court the next day, he was heartbroken and innocent, accusing him of all kinds of wrongdoings.
For a time, Xue Bing was accused by Qian Jin, who even beat him up and threw dirty water on him, saying that he was the real murderer of Qian Jin.
In his room, those damn drugs were found.
The master of the sect was furious, imprisoned him, and punished him with capital punishment.
Later, Xue Biao escaped from prison and fought for his life, killing the master and five hundred of his disciples.
He carried the Grandmaster's head and walked in the yard filled with blood, stepping on the corpses on the ground, with a smile on his blood-stained face.
"Sister, look, Bian Bian has avenged you."
"But if my sister doesn't leave, even if I hack them to death, what will happen?"
"Sister, I want a hug."
"..."
The boy crushed his skull and threw away the ashes, which were sprinkled on the azure sea when dawn broke and the morning light faded.
There was a gentle breeze that day, he was dressed in blood, and he smiled innocently and brilliantly.
Behind him were the martial arts military sanctions and the verbal and written criticism from the disciples of the Tang Sect. His crimes were too numerous to describe.
The sins are heavy and stained with blood.
But he is fearless.
For the sake of his sister, he is not afraid of the evil ghosts of the underworld or the enemies of the secular world.
But sister, she no longer wants him.
Xue Biao was very quiet and did not struggle at all when he was taken to the martial arts dungeon.
However, he would turn back three times every step to take a look at the clear blue sea.
Above the sea, there seems to be a beautiful lady dancing a dance of mourning.
That was his sister saying goodbye to him.
My sister said that if a person takes good care of himself, his life will get better in the future.
But, without my sister, I can’t get better.
Yes, he has spent thirty years and is still living in the past that is a prison. The dull pain in his heart day and night is an incurable disease!